Unconditional is My Love

Unconditional is My Love

A Chapter by Buniheart

  Held me him, in the loose skin of his arms, whilst sitting in his grande chaise. I could feel his warmth radiating softly against my skin, mingled with the scent of cinnamon; bitter-sweet. I loved him unconditionally, and whole-heartedly i gave him my all. He was after-all, my grandpapa. But he did not love me, know me, or care. 

Dropped me,  him and onto the dryness of the earth, left me crying in tears for a love I sought after. It was only in the calm sincerity of his heart did he reach out for my hand ever so sweetly. Then he would stop, his heart frozen by time into a cruel being, filled with hatred for me. And yet, i still gave him my all. 

There was my cousin, the wedlock child of a wicked mother, he did spoil silly. For in his wickedness, did he mingle with she, my wicked aunt and father's sister. 
But in truth, did he sought for mother - the bearer of purity and holiness. And in that instance, he learn to say the words I'm sorry immersing her heart in pure liquid joy...then leaving her to drown herself entirely in pain.

Over the years frustration was built over broken hearts, fatal drownings, and evil-eyers that sought for me, the girl called Pain. 
Then in the greatest pain of my youth, mother couldn't take it any longer and like the night of my birth - we fled into the void. Swallowed us in, it did and in the midst of it all, gave birth to new life. 

This was the third stoke.

 i  called it rebirth.


© 2012 Buniheart


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I like this but there are some errors. You start with "Held me him." and follow with "Dropped me him." which doesn't really sound right unless you use a comma after "me".

Also "For in his wickness" should be "wickedness".

"Yet, in truth did he seek out my mother, radiating in purity and holiness." should end with a question mark, as should:-

"In that instance, did he learn to say the words I'm sorry , immersing her heart in pure liquid joy...then leaving her to drown herself entirely in her mind's eye."

How about "This was the third stoke." - as "This was the third stroke."?

Sorry to mention all these but they need sorting if one is to feel the flow without interruption. You write with great descriptive prowess and I'm enjoying what I read but perhaps you could proofread before publishing?

Keep going......your writing is very good :-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The story is powerful. I had to read it a few times. Rebirth is necessary many times in our life. No weakness in this outstanding chapter.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


Truly lovely and it has an aura about it when you wrote "Held me him"

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like this but there are some errors. You start with "Held me him." and follow with "Dropped me him." which doesn't really sound right unless you use a comma after "me".

Also "For in his wickness" should be "wickedness".

"Yet, in truth did he seek out my mother, radiating in purity and holiness." should end with a question mark, as should:-

"In that instance, did he learn to say the words I'm sorry , immersing her heart in pure liquid joy...then leaving her to drown herself entirely in her mind's eye."

How about "This was the third stoke." - as "This was the third stroke."?

Sorry to mention all these but they need sorting if one is to feel the flow without interruption. You write with great descriptive prowess and I'm enjoying what I read but perhaps you could proofread before publishing?

Keep going......your writing is very good :-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Buniheart
Buniheart

Brampton, Ontario, Canada



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